The Night Is Black The night is black without a roof The air is stiff and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch of hell Feature gets started in the flickering light Faces are twisted and grotesque Sentience firm in the sweltering night The marbles like demons possessed Quiet and conscience come in their right Confident their ways are best The Night Is Black Righteous rise With burning eyes On hatred and ill will Nightmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill They say there are soldiers who threaten us Are hypocrites and infidels They say there are strange myths who danger us In our theaters and bookstore shelves Those who know what's best for us Must licensee us from ourselves The Night Is Black Weak to judge, weak to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And they walk hand in hand The Night Is Black The Night Is Black